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Epitome of pure evil, born without a heart, soul, or
conscience…even his parents did not claim him.
An outlaw who takes what he wants…
The moment Devin Spawn stumbles upon the exquisite
beauty bathing alone in a river, he wants her. Morality
non-existent, yet he struggles to keep his distance. His
sexual excesses and massive proportions would be too much
for the tiny girl who appears more waifish and innocent
A widow with so much to give…
The instant Megan Spawn feels his heated touch and
potent sensuality, her flesh burns with wanton desires. It
matters little he is the devilishly handsome outlaw known
as the Devil’s Spawn, the most feared, lethal gunslinger
in the West—and
Together they risk everything in the devil’s
Where sexuality is as untamed as the bloodthirsty
savages roaming the western frontier, and childhood
sweetheart Caleb Walker is guilty as sin, the dark side of
lust and passionate surrender comes at a hefty price when
you forge a Devil’s Pact.
Genre: Western / Ménage
Length: Humongous Novel (180,000 words)
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Angels, Fallen Angel Recommended Read: "Devil’s
Pact is the kind of book for people like me who enjoy
reading about an overly aggressive testosterone filled man
in love. Devin is not a gentleman; he’s crude, kind of
mean but the same passion he uses when killing is exactly
what he brings to the bedroom. Samantha Cruise’s
historical feast was more than just a well developed story
with guns, danger, mayhem and delicious wickedness.
Devil’s Pact was a story that sucked me into the emotional
upheaval of the characters. I was right there during the
orgasmic interludes that left me sweating and anxious for
more. I was with them as they attempted with their bodies
to say what each found so hard to say with words. I can’t
say enough how much I actually loved this book, all 497
pages of it. A story that had me on the hook from the
first encounter with Meg to the final culmination when
finally a decision was made on if Devin and Megan could
make it, if their passion was more than rabid frenzy lust
but something life altering, something meant to be forever.
Caleb, the third in the ménage, was just icing on a cake
already flowing with goodies, but he wasn’t Devin: a man
readers will go away loving or detesting. That is why I
think Ms. Cruise did a great job no matter the impression
you get, strong love or hate for some of her characters.
She did something special by seducing you into the story
to feel anything at all." —Rachelle, Fallen Angel
Hearts: "Samantha Cruise cooks up a great western tale throwing
in a ménage, BDSM and frequent rollicking sex for flavor.
She spices it up with a horse named Deuce who’s smarter
than most people. Stir in the cavalry offering Devin a
presidential pardon if he’ll work with them. She’s got a
great story cooking with a lot of choice cuts of ‘meat’ in
it, each piece piping hot!
Seriously, each of the primary characters like Devin,
Megan and Caleb are so well written that we get to know
them well as the story grows. There are plenty of
secondary characters, Indians, outlaws, fools who mess
with Devin’s newly found family, surprises, to keep the
story exciting. A lot of the dialogue is priceless. When
some nasty outlaw spits his tobacco juice we want to move
our feet out of the way. If there’s a negative in the book
it might be too much sex…only because it interferes with
the really, really great story. Near the end I wanted to
find out what happened, how it ended, so I just wanted to
skim through the sex scenes. I don’t know about you, but
when the story itself makes me want to skip the sex parts,
it’s an exceptionally well done book!!" —Dee
Dailey, The Romance Studio
"All I have to say about this
book in two words is INCREDIBLY HOT. I
had to keep a fan on as I read through
the pages. Samantha Cruise hits the nail
on the head with this erotic western
which was scorching enough to cause
smoke signals. The chemistry between the
ruggedly handsome outlaw Devin and Megan
sizzled off the pages. Adding Caleb into
the mix was icing on the cake. With
these two strong alpha males intent on
pleasuring one woman and receiving
pleasure in return I felt like I was
right there with them. What made the
story so enticing was the development of
these characters. I was always left
guessing about what choices they would
make. They were dynamic and kept me well
entertained. Along with the character
development the story kept you
enthralled with what would happen next.
There were many surprise elements thrown
in along the way which only added to the
overall appeal. The love scenes in this
story were some of the most imaginative
and well written scenarios I have read.
I could feel the passion between the
characters sizzle on the page as I read
them. I have to admit Devil's Pact
was unlike any romance I have read
before. The love between the characters
is bold, harsh, and demanding. Readers
beware this book can burn and will leave
you feeling needy. But I have to admit
that Samantha Cruise has added a new
flavor to my reading list. I will be
interested in reading anything Samantha
Cruise decides to write in the future."
--Layken, Wild on Books
"Samantha Cruise offers a romance western with an unusual twist.
I like westerns and romance, and I like
this story. The plot is a bit different
than I anticipated. The characters are
well-developed and very likable. I was
particularly impressed with the lead
character Devin. Fans of romance and
western will enjoy Devil’s Pact."
—Debra Gaynor, Review Your Book
"Devil's Pact is hot and erotic with a plot
that lures in the reader. Devin is unique and quite an enigma. I liked the way
he and Megan interact with each other. Just one glance from the other and one
can practically see the steam rise from the pages. The secondary characters
added just enough elements to the pot to make the story even more interesting.
Samantha Cruise really knows how to make the Wild West come alive in this
action-packed yarn, where no one really has a dull moment and the romance is
—Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
"Devin Spawn is an outlaw. Given
away at birth by his father, Devin travels to his father’s
ranch to find out why. When he gets close, he comes
across a tiny, beautiful woman bathing in the river. Since he has the devil inside of him, Devin does the one
thing that comes natural to him—he seduces and makes her
his own. There is one thing Devin doesn’t know. He has
just had relations with his stepmother.
Megan Spawn has had a tough life. Rescued from a life
of drudgery by her now deceased husband, she wants to
spend her life caring for her stepdaughters and possibly
being able to have a relationship with the town doctor,
her first love, Caleb Walker. That is, until she is
touched by the outlaw known as Devil’s Spawn.
Caleb Walker has loved Megan ever since she was a
little girl. When his family caught them in the barn when
they were teenagers and sent him away, Caleb has despaired
of ever being able to be with Megan. He loves her and is
willing to give her time. However, with the arrival of
Devin Spawn, time may be running out because it seems that
no matter how much Caleb loves her, she might not be his
for the taking.
Megan and Devin enter into a carnal relationship like
none before. Their coming together is sensual and
passionate. It is harsh and bold. But where does Caleb
fit into this equation? Caleb and Devin enter into a
pact, a pact where Caleb becomes part of the pair to
make a triad.
While Devil’s Pact wasn’t
the tender and enchanting ménage that I have grown used to
reading, it still engrossed me cover to cover, and with the
book being over 180,000 words, that is saying quite a
lot. In all honesty, I didn’t put it down. Samantha
Cruise has written a ménage unlike any I have read and I
plan to read anything else she releases. She caught my
attention with Devil’s Pact and I think she will
hold it for a long time." —Talia Ricci,
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Megan froze at the ominous figure emerging from behind the tree.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” The deep resonate voice was
hauntingly low and utterly menacing. The owner of that intimidating voice held
her dress up in his right hand, his left thumb hooked over his double holster,
strapped low on his waist and tied-down the way gunslingers wore their belts.
His fingers strummed casually over his left pistol, a long dagger sheathed by
She gaped, and as she studied the huge bear of a man, transcendent fear
rose in her. It gripped her heart so fast, she thought she was going to die
where she stood. At around what must be six-nine, he towered over her
four-eleven frame, and even seemed to dwarf the hundred-year-old elm tree he
A wide-brimmed charcoal grey hat sat low on his forehead, completely
shading his eyes. Dark wavy hair hung over the collar of his buckskin-fringed
jacket. His sun-faded black shirt with the buttons undone midway revealed hard,
bronzed flesh underneath and a spattering of dark curls across an impressively
wide chest. Well-worn buckskins clung to his long, massive thighs and legged
moccasins that reached his knees, where a hunting knife was strapped to both
sides of each calf.
The huge trespasser looked every bit as dangerous as he sounded.
Quickly, she weighed her options, concluded there were none.
She drew in a deep breath. Her first thought was the children.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be her last. She needed to think quickly if they were to
She eyed him defiantly, squaring her shoulders for the forthcoming
battle. Her death, if it came to that, would not be that of a coward. She
dropped her arms to her side, unconcerned the wet homespun shift now molded her
body, transparent thanks to the river water dribbling from her soaked hair.
A grin curled the corner of his lips, as if he derived enjoyment from
unnerving her. She glared at him as her heart thundered.
“Seems I am in possession of a calico, and you have need of one.”
She willed herself not to move, run, or show fear, holding her ground
with great difficulty. Despite the shadow concealing his eyes, the heat of his
scrutiny was apparent. She could see the outline of his cock twitching beneath
his buckskins. She wanted to scream bloody murder and bring about every man in
the territory, gun in hand to shoot the brazen heathen. It was impossible. If
she screamed, no one was around for miles to hear. Only Shelby and Emma, sound
asleep in the back of the wagon, would come to her aid. What could two small
children do but only add to the harrowing quandary?
“Sir, I’m much obliged you found my dress.” Her tense-free tone came as
quite a shock considering her limbs were unsteady. Mindful charitable sorts
offered, not pilfered, she held out her hand. Bold. Foolish. It was a risk worth
“Oh, no, missy, it ain’t gonna be that easy,” he replied in a tone
hinged with a self-indulged diversion, a warning of sorts. Her eyes widened as
he took a predatory step closer, lofty and menacing.
She yanked her hand back instantly. Her wildly beating heart plummeted
to her stomach. A chill of terror grated over her body. She gaped up into the
dark shadow concealing his face and could only blink at the blatant insinuation.
“It’s gonna cost you.” He waved the dress in his hand and narrowed the
gap in two broad strides.
“Sir, I have no money with me,” she responded in an unwavering tone,
staggering backward. She feigned an ease she did not feel as her innards
quivered by the nearness of such a powerful body. “If you follow me…”
His deep chuckle caused her to falter for a brief moment.
“…follow me home, I’ll pay. Name your price.” She didn’t have any money,
even at home. Doc and his assistant, Caleb Walker, were waiting for her. They would
pay, or better yet, shoot him on sight. Silently, she prayed it would be the
* * * *
Devin Spawn studied her up close, her hazel brown eyes and long, sweeping
lashes. Her soaked hair, he imagined when dry, would be the color of fiery gold.
Her straight nose, with a few freckles across the bridge and high cheeks bones,
were delicately carved.
She had a very appealing mouth, a delightfully sinful mouth with full,
pink lips. With a quick intake of breath, he visualized those perfectly lined
lips on his and other places as well. His cock jerked in response.
An oval face framed exquisite features, her only flaws were the shadows
under her eyes, which he suspected were from the daylight fading fast behind the
dense canopy of trees.
And with a voice so soft and melodious, it sounded as if she were
singing rather than speaking. It suited her perfectly, as did the dimples
sparking near the corners of her lips.
This little lady wasn’t pretty. Rather, she was a dream come alive.
Downright the most beautiful lassie he ever laid eyes on, and that was saying a
He stood close enough to witness the fear in her eyes, despite the
notable calm in her tone. She was definitely afraid of him, and with good
reason. If she knew who he was, she would have turned tail long ago. Strangely,
he wondered why she hadn’t made a run thus far.
This woman definitely intrigued him.
“Little miss, I don’t want your money.”
A sharp gasp escaped her gaped mouth, which she abruptly clinched. Her
eyes darted frantically around, as if looking for an escape.
“If you want my horse, take it and ride on out,” she urged, her voice
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his steady gaze bore into her. Her
entire body trembled with fright—of that, he was certain. Nevertheless, she
stood, facing him with her arms by her sides. Chin held high. She was not making
a move to cover herself. She no doubt knew full well he could see right through
the thin wet garment that clung to her every curve.
The woman had balls of stone, which was more than he could say about
most men he came across. His were hard as stone and ready to crack any second.
“If that ol’ mare was worth more than half a red cent, I would’ve taken
it long ago.”
“I have nothing else of value.”
His gaze traveled over her trim figure, the outline of her breast
clearly visible, the taut nipples straining against the soaked fabric, calling
out to him. Impulsively, he licked his lower lip as his sights rested on the
dark wet hair shielding her mound. His cock twitched for freedom, aching for the
glory between those thighs.
He fought to hold onto the scrap of control that remained. It had been
too damn long. He silently cursed himself for not stopping at the nearest
brothel along the way. The way he felt now, he could come just by staring. Shit,
six months without a woman could do that to a man.
“From where I stand, you got plenty assets.”
“I mean you no harm. If I wanted to molest or kill you, I would have
done so by now.” He could see her fear of imminent ravishment in her eyes.
“Wha—what then?” She looked fairly relieved.
Her relief was short-lived.
She watched as he tossed aside her dress. The calico with the pretty
green floral pattern landed near the tree stump.
With his hands on the butt of each six-shooter, he waited patiently. He
felt his rock-hard cock twitch as he imagined what they could be doing right
now. How her small body would writhe beneath him as he held her slender hips and
buried his cock between those slender thighs. Damn it! Why weren’t they anywhere
else but Tejas? He’d have to settle for a meager kiss.
That was, if she was willing.
Thanks to the damned teachings on the proper treatment of the dainty
gender ingrained in his subconscious by his two spinster aunts, if this
dandelion said no, then by golly, it had to be no.
He stood firm, looming out of the dark brush like an indomitable
sequoia, ensuring she had no doubt that if he wanted, he could easily change his
mind and kill her on the spot, though he never would.
Leaving her no choice but to eventually accept.
The tense silence lengthened.
“One kiss?” Her question was a breathy, nervous utterance.
“Yes.” Though her consent came as clear victory on his part, his voice
remained without inflection.
“And you’ll leave us, me alone.” She bit her lip quickly.
“Just drifting, I’ll be on my way…after.” He held his grin at
bay. This was not going to be his first kiss. He was no green boy. Hell, he was
doing more than kissing grown women at a tender age, so why the sudden
excitement and anticipation of a simple kiss from half a sliver of a young lady
a step outside of puberty?
Judging from the size of her apple-sized breasts, impossibly tiny waist,
slight roundness of what he didn’t even want to refer to as hips, and the fresh
innocence in her hazel eyes, he figured she couldn’t be well into her teens yet.
If only she were a little older…
But then, a gal horny enough to stick her fingers up her twat out in the
open had to know the ins and outs of passion. Despite her age,
she'd behaved like no virgin during her bath in the river.
“I have your word as a gentleman. One kiss and you’ll leave?”
“Hell, yes, you have my word as a gentleman,” he said firmly and let out
a slight chuckle. He’d been called plenty of things in his life, but a gentleman
was never one of them.
Before she could utter another word, he tossed his hat in the vicinity
of her dress and closed the short gap between them. He encircled her waist,
amazed his long fingers overlapped. He lifted her. She weighed nothing at all.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked as her feet left the ground. Her
hands barely curled over his forearms as she grabbed onto him. She was a tiny
thing. He walked toward several boulders a few feet away, holding her at arms’
He stood her on the closest boulder, keeping his hands on her waist
until she steadied herself. Calmly, he explained, “So I don’t strain my neck
bending down so far.”
Barely reaching mid-chest when firmly planted on the ground, the added
height of the boulder brought her to within a few inches of his towering height.
She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply as if to ease her nerves. The subtle
move caused her breasts to rise and fall in a beguiling way that caught his
He cleared his parched throat and wondered how he was going to get
though this in one piece. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” he offered, more as a
reminder to himself.
“Oh, my God,”
she shrieked as Caleb came into view. He made his way through the dense trees,
heading straight for them.
Megan felt her
body flush with the heat of embarrassment. Caleb couldn’t see her like this.
What would he think or her? What would he do? What would Devin do? Oh, no. No.
No. No. It couldn’t be. Not him of all people. Not like this.
She tried to
jump off Devin’s shoulders. His arms were firmly planted atop her thighs, and
his grip tightened on her buttocks. A suffocating heart-stopping fear gripped
her entire being. Caleb was a dead man.
Arms tied, she
was entirely at Devin’s mercy. His mouth wasn’t loosening its hold and his
tongue plunged deep inside her pussy. She couldn’t run and hide, or even attempt
to cover herself.
head frantically, she motioned Caleb to stay to away, believing if she shouted a
warning, Devin, who was unaware at the moment, would be alerted to his presence.
locked as Caleb stepped out of the trees into the confinement of the small
alcove. The horror, shame and embarrassment she felt was soon replaced by
absolute bewilderment and extreme astonishment as she read the inexplicable
sexual arousal in his deep blue eyes.
that look. She’d seen it often enough just before Devin lifted her skirt and
fucked her. The shock of his reaction stirred her blood.
As if she
required confirmation, her gaze lowered. Caleb’s cock was hard, strained against
the front of his well-cut trousers. This wasn’t what she expected—not from
Caleb. How could he abide another man grinding his face into her pussy, eating
her like she was his last meal? It confused her even more. But her body
possessed a carnal urge all its own. She felt a flood of moisture seep into
Devin’s mouth and her vagina throbbed against his lips.
taken aback or outraged. He was taking pleasure in what Devin was doing to her.
Lust blazed clearly in his eyes, as if he wanted to be between her thighs. He
wanted to be next. The wanton thought made her sigh deeply as a surge of sexual
awareness coursed through her veins.
neared, Devin finally released her. The sudden brush of cool air on her flesh
drew a quick intake of breath from her. Disappointment at the loss made her
momentarily forget the distress of the situation as her feet touched the
guest has arrived,” Devin announced, licking her juices from his slick lips. She
felt her entire body burn, flush an embarrassing shade of red. Straightening,
Devin turned her to face Caleb, his hands constantly caressing her body.
questions, heart beating wildly against her ribs, Megan could only gape at
Devin. She could form no words or discernable thoughts. His hands roamed over
breasts, down her belly, over the curve of her hips, and along the slope of her
back, again and again.
“He’s here for
you, Megan,” Devin said softly.
She turned her
attention back to Caleb, who stood a foot in front of her. The lust radiating
off him was apparent. Love also glowed in his sweet, tender gaze. He was
gorgeous. Sometimes, she thought him too good-looking for a man. And he loved
her, and part of her would always love him. But why? Why was he here?
you since you were kids. Remember how you used to touch each other?” One of
Devin’s hands found its way to her vagina. His fingers carefully parted the
softly, she closed her eyes when he slid a finger inside her body.
There wasn’t a
doubt Caleb watched Devin’s finger move in and out of her pussy, mimicking the
way Caleb used to touch her when they were young teenagers. She could hear the
catch in his breath, could almost feel the heat of his body on hers.
first one to ever kiss your sweet lips and caress your tender breasts,” Devin
whispered softly. His other hand cupped a breast and his fingers rolled over the
hard nipple, causing her moan with need—for what? Caleb? “First to touch your
virginal pussy. And you were the first to touch his cock.”
licked her lips. She remembered their innocent touches, the warm friction as
they rubbed their bodies together. She recalled them holding each other as they
kissed in the warm sunlight, lying in the grass after their afternoon swim.
said, “say the word and I’ll leave. You’ll never see me again.”
She opened her
eyes slowly and felt her heart shatter. A deep longing in his eyes crushed her
spirit, as if he, too, relived the bittersweet memories Devin evoked. The
intensity in his blue depths, desperate, scorching. The truth of his words
struck her to her very core. He’d walk away, never to return. He’d leave for
Boston as he planned. She’d never see her beloved Caleb again. All it would take
was a single word, yes or no. Nod or shake.
I’ll always love you regardless,” Caleb said.
“It’s up to
you, Megan.” Devin spoke encouragingly as his finger continued the undemanding
in-and-out motion, just as she showed him how Caleb used to touch her, enough to
arouse, but not satisfy. Enough to drive her higher.
him? Caleb? Devin? Oh dear, Lord, what was he asking?
leaves,” Devin continued, “you’ll always wonder what could have been. The added
pleasure of two pairs of hands caressing you. Two mouths kissing you, and two
cocks fucking you.”
Megan knew the
growing wetness coating his finger told him the idea of having them both excited
her tremendously. Her rapid breathing only confirmed it further.
at your naked body excites you, doesn’t it, Megan?”
hard. Watched in amazement as Caleb’s gaze caressed her body openly, as if he
was already making love to her with his eyes. It made her knees weak and her
heart swell. Her blood rushed to her throbbing cunt, and arousal churned like
Megan. The idea of him fucking you is making you so wet. My whole hand is
covered with your cream.”
her next breath, she couldn’t bring herself to admit the idea both aroused and
fascinated her. She didn’t have to choose either one. The idea should have
horrified her, but strangely, it didn’t. Both would take turns satisfying her
pussy with their cocks, giving her pleasure. If only she could throw caution to
the wind, find the words to speak and tell them what she wanted.
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Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
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Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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